Novel & Cerita Royalty Honey For Him And Her

Carefully. “You are young,” one of them said. “Emotional. This is why rulers must learn to separate love from duty.” I stepped closer. “Do not speak to me about love.” Another voice joined in. “Renounce her. Publicly. It will calm the people.” My head snapped up. “Never.” A murmur ran through them. “You have one night,” the elder said. “One night to consider what is at stake.” “What is at stake,” I said quietly, “is whether this crown still means anything.”

Honey shifted her eyes from Neil to her and smiled arrogantly. "Yup. My boyfriend isn't only the most successful businessman in Chicago but can also wage wars for his Princess. He is extra possessive and wouldn't mind cutting off your limbs if you dare try to touch me." While on the one hand, her threat snatched the air out of Rose, Neil, on the contrary, remained unfazed. Honey furrowed her brows, but her lips parted in shock when the corner of his lips tugged upwards.

“You’ve got gorgeous hair, sweetheart.” Curious, I tilted my head. “What is that?” That grin of his—the one that hit me like a lightning bolt—spread across his face. He dipped his fingers into the jar and rubbed his palms together. “Almond honey and milk body butter. Good for sore muscles. I picked out a bunch of stuff for you a while back… things I thought would go well with your natural scent. Now I get to use them on you.” His eyes twinkled. “You should see all the massage oils.”

“You’re still alive. That’s a good sign.” “Barely,” I muttered, wincing as I touched my ribs. He grinned. “Welcome to Royalty College, bro. Now the real war begins.”

The royalty mostly used them, as the common people would not afford such a luxurious thing. “You sound like you’ve seen it yourself.” She pouted. “Since consorts only used it, let’s just call it the Consort Gel. How about it?” She spoke to him. “Not bad. It’s a good name.” He gave her a thumbs up. She could not help but smile.

He marches towards me and picks me up, placing me back on the bed “I warned you, I will mark you if you keep disobeying me” Squeezing my lips together into a thin line and furrowing my brow, he raises an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to say something “I really am the last one of my kind” it was not what he was expecting me to say Daryl nods his head at me “You are” "What does this Royalty thing mean?" "It means that there were once some very powerful wolves, these wolves were known as Royals and truth be told, no one actually knew why." He stands up and walks to the door, carefully closing it. "The Royal blood line was a force in itself"

Ava felt as if her eyes were going to pop out of her head and land on the carpeted floor at his feet. She looked at him in complete horror, her mouth opening and closing like a stranded fish, her heart going so hard and fast it felt as if it were going to come through the wall of her chest. “I-I’m not sure that can be arranged,” she stammered. He gave her a frowning look. “I can’t see why not. After all, I’m now the royal patron of the orphanage. It’s only fair that I give my support in ways other than financial.”

Angeline explained to him in a serious tone, “This honey is a skincare product. It’s specially manufactured by Grand Asia and can effectively moisturize my skin while keeping it beautiful.” Jay's enchanting pupils were filled with deep confusion. "Are you sure this is… beautiful?" Was there a problem with his aesthetic standards? "It clearly looks very ugly,” he said bluntly. Angeline said, "I know, but this layer of honey is my camouflage." Jay eyed her suspiciously. "What are you trying to hide? It’s not your fault you’re ugly!"

“Are you sure that’s okay? I mean, you’re a royal prince, and I’m just an American.” “Who you are is perfect and beautiful.” He frowned, cupping her chin to make her look at him instead of the ring. “You’re not just anything. You’re everything to me, and that’s all that matters. I’m the youngest son, and I’m unlikely to inherit anyway, so it doesn’t matter if I don’t marry a princess or someone with royal lineage. All that matters is you make me happy and vice versa. Do I make you happy?” Tears blurred her vision, and her lips trembled as she tried to answer. “Yes,” she said in a wobbly voice.